Niggas mad

[verse 1]
Yuh, tell em, bring that bag my way
I'm tryn get it lil fast like aye
Make my bread and i get my way
Fuck that bitch then i hit the hay
Call my bro tell em move the way
Big ass trap don't do the A
Get that strap i talk my shit
You gon crash about that bitch
I can't rap no i can't click, in these Rick jeans i got that glitch
Get that bread, niggas mad
Bitch i tell, "eat a dick!"
Niggas bitches, wear yo pads
Yea that bitch out, she moving slick
Yuh, used to be up in the school, bitch now i'm in the stu
Uh, that bitch all up on my dick, can't let her see my room, (nah!)
Do that bitch can't leave no clue, i gotta call my crew
ARP3 eat yo crew, we slaying that corner route
Fuck around i call my twin yеa he be smacking whips
Keep that shit up on the low you know i'm off this bitch
Ship that pack to Monaco wait for thе bread to hit
New Ricky touching down they sayin i'm ahead of shit

[verse 2]
But this some '06, i weren't even born, (ha!)
And yo bitch too boring, i get in that paint i'm scoring
Off that Ace he souring, got a tape this real important
Yuh, and this bitch want fuck, yuh, tell em sum important
Got these fatass pants, that's madea
Got these- got these fatass pants, that's madea
Yuh, i say get that strap nice to meet ya, bitch
I pour up a lil splat, that's that easter